The Bodyguard: Chapter Three

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Harry sat in front of Malfoy in silence. Malfoy was gay? But that was ridiculous. He knew Malfoy was notorious in school for shagging witches. Even some Gryffindors fell to his charm. Poor Lavender went to him after her fiasco with Ron. Between him and Cormac, they had most witches in the school covered. He knew Cho had gone to McLaggen after they had broken up. He didn't miss being the lanky awkward teenager he was at Hogwarts. Now he had filled in a lot more, had grown a lot stronger, with a few more muscles. And being the Boy who Defeated the Dark Lord twice came with its perks. Almost every day, he received owls with propositions, photos, and declarations of love. Of course that had not made Ginny happy. She wanted to hex every single person who had sent him something. But Harry had started hiding them. He liked the feeling he got when he received all these letters.

"Potter!" snapped Malfoy. "Didn't your Mudblood family ever tell you it's rude to stare?"

Harry felt an annoyance resurge in him. "Don't use that word Malfoy or I won't help you."

Malfoy looked scared again. "Alright, sorry."

"So these people have photos of you engaged in sex with some blokes from Hogwarts and they're threatening to release them unless you give them this estate and even then, they might just come and take it anyway? I need you to make two lists for me then, one of all the guys whom you shagged, and one with all the people you think they could be. Possibly some overlap there too. Meanwhile, I'm going to go around this house and examine any vulnerabilities."

Malfoy nodded. "Penny can show you around."

Penny popped in. "Master Draco is wanting Penny to give his companion a tour of the house? Of course Master Draco. Follow me Friend of Master Draco."

Harry followed the house-elf as she took him out of the drawing room into the corridor. They walked past a door that Harry remembered led to the dungeon where he had been imprisoned. They went into multiple rooms, and at each stop, Harry performed a few protective charms to check if there was a potential breach. Nothing so far.

"This is Master Draco's bedroom," said Penny taking him into a large room. In the center of the room was an ornate Edwardian four-poster bed. In one corner was a desk and chair. Harry walked over to it and noticed a box on the desk with a label: "Harry Potter."

Curious, he opened the box and removed its contents. There were scraps of parchment and newspaper clippings in there. These were from the Daily Prophet from when they were both six or seven years old. The Daily Prophet had run gossip articles about him, where he could be, how Dumbledore was not telling anyone. He unrolled one of the parchments and saw a child's handwriting:

Dear Harry Potter,

My father says you could be one of the greatest wizards of all time because you defeated his previous master, the Dark Lord. I bet you're even stronger than he is and you could do everything the Dark Lord failed to do. You could take over the world. And I can be your sidekick. You see, I too have aspirations to be a great wizard. Probably not as great as you though. Anyway Father says you'll probably come to Hogwarts. We should be friends then.

Yours truly,

Draco Malfoy

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the young Draco's fan letter to him. He put the parchments and clippings back into the box and continued on his tour of the house. No vulnerabilities detected. He went back to the living room where Draco had completed his lists. He took the lists from Draco and began to scan through them. "Blaise Zabini, Terrence Higgs…" and continued down a list of names. "Marcus Flint…really Flint too?" said Harry with a tone of harsh judgement. "I thought you said attractive Slytherins."

He continued. "Marcus Belby, so not only Slytherins then. And Cormac McLaggen. Can't imagine him letting you fuck him Draco," said Harry amused. He also felt something else stirring in his robes. The idea that Cormac and Draco were together aroused him.

Draco turned red. "As a matter of fact, Cormac had a bottom he was very proud of."

"Well Draco, you certainly kept yourself busy at Hogwarts."

"And you didn't?" retorted Draco. "Famous Harry Potter, having people throw themselves at you because you were the Boy Who Lived. Cormac wouldn't stop talking about you, he wanted to get on the Quidditch team to get closer to you, not that Granger girl."

"No I didn't." The idea that Cormac wanted him made Harry feel pleased. A slight bit annoyed that he never got to explore that option though. He wouldn't have been able to stand Cormac on the team other than to just admire him.

"And the suspects are essentially all the people on this list who are still alive after the War. No one else?"

"No one else knew. I might have slept around a lot, but it was very discrete."

"Except for these incriminating photos. Why did you take them?"

Draco turned red again. "To wank over later."

Harry snorted. Of course Draco would want to wank to himself shagging guys. "And so the photos were in your possession. They stole them from you?"

"Well they were at Hogwarts, I suppose someone stole it from the dormitory. I didn't think to check after everything that happened at the end of sixth year. And the next year was too chaotic."

"So why did they wait till now? It's been a few years. They could have done this years ago. It's getting late now anyway, let me sleep on it. We'll figure out more strategy in the morning. Could you show me where I sleep?"

Draco got up and took Harry to the bedroom next to his own. While the bed was not as ornate as the one in Draco's room, it was pretty extravagant as well. "You really do live in luxury, don't you Draco?"

Draco smirked. "You should have lived here when it was in its prime."

Harry opened his trunk and pulled out his pajamas. He took off his robes and started stripping down to his Quidditch boxers. Then he realized Draco was still there.

Draco had been watching Harry strip, unsure why he was so attracted to Harry when he had spent most of his life hating the boy. Sharing his shag record at Hogwarts to Harry made him want to add Harry to that list. And this Harry was different, he had gained some muscle, he was looking very sexy.

"Yes?" asked Harry turning around to face Draco, flexing his chest. God, was he really trying to impress Draco?

"Nothing. Good night Potter," said Draco as he left Harry's room.

Harry smirked as he went to his bed. Draco Malfoy was definitely into the Boy Who Lived.